Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Gong,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.